Pirate Yakuza Walkthrough Novels & Stories

“I thought you were on the opposite end of this island.” Damian greeted the Seer cordially and deadpanned. Wasn’t it obvious? “I swam.” Zen couldn’t believe it. Was swimming faster than running or walking? Then again, the virtual world tried to match a participant’s skills and abilities. Damian was a cyborg. It was probably faster for him to swim than run through the jungle. “According to the pieces of map parts I assembled, we’re standing on Pirate’s Bay. There should be treasure somewhere here, but I don’t have all the map pieces to reveal its location yet,” Zen explained to Damian and shared his map pieces.

Picking up a stick on the floor, I gathered my hair together and tied it together to keep it out of my face. I waited for the right opening, waiting for one of them to lower their garred. Just one and the rest will follow. Listening carefully , watching them, one turned his attention away from me and there was my opening. Breaking out in a sprint towards the one who looked away they called out to him reaching for their guns but I was already in front of him hitting him with the yoko tobigeri (Side flying kick). That will keep him busy, with the force I approached him he should be down for a while in pain clutching his stomach.

I don't want to feel the defeat again and neither do I want them to feel the victory of seeing me fall. He hits me again. And again. With more force and anger each time. He makes sure to not hit me in the same spot on my face, knowing it will leave marks and bruises, which would be too risky. He's a fucking expert at this. When he finally realizes that I'm not falling to the ground, he calls over to my mama, "Sujeta a la perra." (Hold the bitch down.) My vision was getting blurrier by the second, but I didn't dare let the tears fall. I will give my fucking all to never cry in front this man again.

[The Yakuza] They walked into a small, smoky Izakaya (bar). It was quiet. A few old men were drinking sake. Behind the counter stood a man with no pinky finger on his left hand. He was cleaning a knife. Goro. An Old School Yakuza boss. One of the few who refused to work for the Syndicate. Sebastian walked up to the bar. He placed a specific coin on the counter. A Sterling Corp commemorative coin. Goro looked at the coin. Then at Sebastian. "You are supposed to be a ghost, Mr. Sterling."